Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One

Hailee's POV

Nathan kissed me so passionately until I was out of breath before he pulled away.

With panting breath, I watched Nathan kneel between my legs, his eyes locked on me like I was the only thing in the world. My pulse was hammering. My thighs felt hot under his hands as he slid them upward, spreading me apart without rushing.

The first kiss to the inside of my thigh made me shiver. Then another, closer. My breath hitched—he was teasing me, getting closer to my pussy but not quite there. By the time his mouth finally touched my pussy, I let out a sharp gasp.

His tongue was slow, deliberate, flicking over my clit just enough to make my hips jerk. I grabbed at the sheets, already wet for him, already aching for him to fuck me. Every lap of his tongue felt like it was pulling me deeper into him.

I slid my fingers into his hair, needing him closer. He growled low against me, the vibration running straight through my core. My clit throbbed, and I couldn't stop the sounds spilling from my mouth.

He didn't stop until I was shaking. Then he kissed his way back up my body—my stomach, my ribs—until his mouth closed over my nipple. I moaned, arching into him, nails dragging across his back.

"Let me open you up," he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with desire.

I swallowed, my heart pounding everywhere at once. His fingers traced a slow path back down between my legs.

"Relax for me, baby."

I swallowed hard, my breath panting, but nodded.

He smirked.

When he slid his fingers over my pussy, I almost whimpered. He circled my clit in slow, perfect strokes, spreading my wetness. My hips tilted toward him without thinking.

Then he pressed a finger to my entrance, and I tensed. He stopped instantly, meeting my eyes.

"Breathe with me."

I exhaled shakily. I was so turned on but tensed.

Slowly, he inserted a finger inside me, stretching me just enough to make me moan. He moved slowly, curling it slightly, finding exactly where I needed him.

"How's that feel?" he asked, voice low and strained.

"So good," I breathed.

When he slid in a second finger, I gasped at the stretch, my cunt tightening around him.

"You're so wet for me," he said, his tone somewhere between awe and hunger.

He started to move faster, his fingers fucking me steadily while his thumb circled my clit. I was loud now, my moans spilling into the air, not minding anyone passing could hear.

"Nathan…" My voice cracked.

He lowered his mouth to my nipple again, sucking while his fingers worked deeper inside me. The combination was unbearable—in the best way.

"I love the way you moan for me," he whispered.

"This was supposed to be slow," I panted. "But I want you."

His thumb pressed harder, just right, and I cried out, my body jerking.

"Relax, my queen. Let me take care of you."

And I did. I let him slide a third finger inside me. My pussy clenched around him, the fullness making me moan louder.

"You're doing so well for me," he murmured, kissing my jaw. "So beautiful like this."

The way he looked at me made my chest ache. I couldn't stop trembling with pleasure.

"Nathan…" I grabbed his arm, panting desperate.

"Tell me what you need, sweetheart."

I swallowed hard. "Please… fuck me. I can't wait any longer."

Nathan's eyes darkened, the green deepening into stormy gray. For a second, he just looked at me—like he was memorizing me in this exact moment. Then he leaned down, brushing his lips over mine, slow and comforting.

"Baby… it's your first time," he murmured, his thumb stroking my cheek. "We'll go slow. I'll take care of you."

I nodded, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. My body was aching for him, but underneath was that sharp edge of nervousness I couldn't hide.

He kissed me again, deeper, distracting me as his hand slid down between my thighs, fingers curling over my drenched pussy. He rubbed my clit in lazy circles, coaxing more slick from me until my legs trembled.

When I was whimpering against his mouth, he reached for the nightstand, tearing open the foil packet, and my pulse jumped—not from nerves, but from knowing I didn't want it.

"No," I whispered, my hand closing over his wrist.

He froze, looking down at me. "No?"

I shook my head, my cheeks hot but my voice firm. "I want to feel you… all of you. Nothing between us."

For a heartbeat, he just stared. Then the corner of his mouth curved into the slowest, most dangerous smile I'd ever seen on him—the kind that said I'd just given him exactly what he'd wanted all along.

"I thought you'd want protection," he said, tossing the condom aside.

"I don't care," I breathed.

His eyes burned into mine. "Hailee… this will be the first time I've ever fucked without one." His voice dropped, rough and loaded with meaning. "You know… there are girls out there who'd kill to have my child."

I swallowed, never breaking eye contact. "You are worried I'll get pregnant?"

Something shifted in him—his restraint cracked. He leaned down, lips brushing my ear as he growled, "God… if it's you, I wouldn't be worried at all." His tone softened, almost tender. "I'd be the luckiest man alive."

The heat between my legs throbbed harder at his words. His cock pressed against my entrance now, bare, hot, the reality of it making me gasp.

Nathan's hand came to my hip. "Breathe for me, Hailee. Just stay with me."

I swallowed and spread my legs wider for him, my thighs quivering. He positioned himself, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. Even that little push made me gasp.

"Easy, baby," he said softly, kissing my temple. "Tell me if it's too much."

He eased forward, just the tip stretching me, and a sharp burn made me tense. My nails dug into his arms.

"Shhh… you're okay," he whispered, staying still and stroking my thigh. "Let your body open for me."

I forced myself to breathe, and slowly, the burn eased into a deep, full ache.

"That's it," he murmured. "You feel so good around me."

He pushed in another inch, my body fighting to adjust, the mix of pain and pleasure overwhelming. My pussy gripped him tight without meaning to.

"Nathan…" I gasped, not sure if I wanted him to stop or keep going.

"You're doing so good for me, baby," he said, kissing my jaw. "Almost there."

Bit by bit, he sank deeper until he was fully inside me. I couldn't breathe for a second—so full, stretched in ways I'd never been before.

When I finally let out a shaky moan, he smiled down at me like I'd just given him the world.

"God, you're perfect," he groaned. "So tight. So mine."

He stayed still, letting me adjust, his thumb brushing my clit to pull pleasure into the mix. Slowly, the ache shifted, replaced by something warmer, heavier.

"Move," I whispered, my voice trembling.

And when he did—when that first slow thrust slid through me—it was like nothing I'd ever felt.